Why I Don’t Believe in Having One “True Love”

I couldn’t keep it in any longer. “I love you!” I exclaimed much too loudly to my boyfriend, who was sitting next to me on a blanket.

My boost of sudden confidence could have come from the bottle of wine we shared that night on the beach, or the romantic nature of our evening — under the stars, listening to the waves crash — but it didn’t matter. I had loved this man for some time now, and decided that I couldn’t live another second with the weight of this news lingering in my soul.

Startled, he turned, facing me, and sat there smiling for what felt like eternity. I clenched my toes in the sand, bracing myself for his reply. There it was, my heart on the line — vulnerable and exposed — uncertain if he loved me back.

“I love you more,” he finally said. Butterflies danced through my veins and I knew life would never be the same.

We married a few years later, and I was certain I had found my one true love in life. I was wrong.

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